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     the concern was SLOW to melt away - as shown with the taut brow & clenched jaw that remained on joel's face. even when faced with tommy's reassurance - & tommy's presence - there's still the instinct to run & fight & kill.

     still, his brother's FOND scolding is enough to rein joel in, his head shaking lightly while his eyes move to inspect the infected tommy had put down.

     ❝ startin' to seem that way, ❞ joel replies, tone TIGHT & tense. now that the adrenaline was starting to die down, it was easier to think straight. ❝ could be a horde comin' through. ❞

"You worry too much," Tommy scolds him, although his words lack any real bite. Instead there's an underlying warmth -- a subtle hint of fondness that he's thankful to have Joel's support. They didn't part on good terms all those years ago so to have Joel back in his life means everything.

His jean jacket is covered in dirty and grime, notably a fresh splatter of blood. The blood shines a brilliant scarlet under the hot summer sun. Tommy uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow before offering a proper reply. "Killed a stalker that was hiding under a dead runner. I'm starting to think there's more infected here than what it seems."